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Never cease sweet fancy
the night ’s starr’d face of heaven afar
Thy voice swath
in all its soft
ever
wretched midnight dreams
They think thy more endear’d
in drear silver twined attire
with fancy cheer
Their clammy influence
and dark spirits
teeming o’er with vines midst thee
Woe my love
Woe
With midnight nigh,
My sweet fancy hangs in the deep forest
and i weep
As no bloom saw the world
As winter sits on the throne
Midnight
By my solitary hearth
Dreams before my ′ mind ‘s eye’
I see her,
her touch plain as
my love and I
bound towards heaven
With dreams that never age
